my knees are torn.

my legs, broken.

my lungs have collapsed,

and i can't breathe.

the chase is not thrilling

anymore.

i wish that i could stop running.

please. it is my one wish. 

i seem like the daughter  that everybody wants.

perfect grades.

talents from figure skating

to writing a book.

i can make a dab of acrylic swirl into

a perfect mess of contrasting colours.

i can make tchaikovsky jealous

with the music that i compose with my violin and flute.

but we've had it all wrong.

all of my 'talents'

the 'talents' that measure up my worth

are meaningless.

this is not life.

hobbies, vacations, friends, laughter.

this is just a distraction from the nothingness, the life,

we see in front of us.

we are running from the forest of life. 

and this is our chase.

i'm so very tired.

the circles under my eyes

are the colour of midnight

and are as large as the entirety of space.

i am drained.

i cannot continue 

in this forest 

anymore. 

i don't care anymore

i don't care.

damn this world of

lies and distractions.

i'm done.

-Iris, @justanawkwardbean.